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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 29, 2007 12:38:28 GMT -5
Boredom was something that she definitely did not approve of. It was one of the more insipid things that held this world, almost with the lights, d**n heavenly creatures. A snort of dis satisfaction was given as her flints touched the earth of the conversing grounds. Deep cinnamon voids roll as the scent of others begins to fill her nares, none could be that interesting if all they had to do was sit here all day long. Tomahawk was only here because she wouldn't degrade herself to flaunting in the claiming grounds. d**n wenches who though all they needed to do was lift their tail and a stallion would come running. a snort of disgust left her velveteen nares, kinder w.hores deserved death, and she would be more than happy to do it.
Ebon pistons ingress slowly, Tomahawk would take her time here, no need to rush was there? Of course not. Daggers drag across the fertile loam, a snort of dominance leaving her. A whicker of authority brushed past her lips, burning occult flashing over every equine she saw stupidly sitting, unawares of what was lurking so close. Her jaws opened and closed in rage, molars grinding, trying to hold herself back from shredding one to ribbons.
A hark flicked above her thick drape of ebon silk, listening to the voices that slowly dimmed down as she passed, her regal stride nearly echoing in the silence. A snarl grew deep within her chest, radiating up her throat, rattling the silence that decided to join in. Her voids narrowed, the cinnamon slits bursting with a flame of insanity that usually kept itself well hidden.
Striding past them into a darker section, she submersed into a thicket of emerald, leaves brushing down across her golden pelt. Tossing her dial, she stood in wait, harks intent beneath her nigrescent tresses, listening for anyone worth her time to come and break the ice. Let's do this right doll, I don't want to break your legs.
[o o c] sorry, was rushed
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 29, 2007 12:52:50 GMT -5
ooc:Should they know eachother from before or not? My stakes carried me along the land, like there was anything better to do, anyways, I was told to meet the dark lady here. My barrel heaved as a I took a deep breath. My paperthins flared. I glanced around the grounds, seeing nothings I began to non-chalantly rip at the sods underneath me. My crania shot up hearing the voices of a group of equines, lights, not the horse I was looking for. My pinnacles swiveled lightly, listening for any others. I caught a glimpse of an amarillo colored hide with 'ebon tassels stride into the foilage on the toward the outside of the grounds. I wonder if that is her I pondered as I picked up a lope, turning the corner towards the forest where I saw the ginger colored equine enter.
Hello?
I hissed as I neared the czaress, which I determined she was when I got closer to her. |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 29, 2007 19:18:23 GMT -5
Ebon blades came on and off the earth. Whipcord playing behind 'im, 'is banner running along 'is arched crest. 'Is nares picking up the scent of darks. 'E soon slowed to a 1-beat. 'Is orbs catching a glimpse of an ashen coat and a golden one. 'Is ebon coat blended in with the night sky that casted down upon them.
'Is blades soon halted the large bodice they proped up. 'E lowered 'is dial in a small nod to the King and Queen. A snort escaping 'is nares to let the two know 'e stood near. 'Is orbs watching them, as 'e moved closer. 'Is auds grabbed 'is dial as 'e stood beside each of them.
" 'Ello."
'Is harsh vocals rang through the still air. 'Is orbs jumping from both of them, until they rested before 'im. 'Is blade flung before 'im, as 'e struck the sod between them.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 29, 2007 19:26:40 GMT -5
My haunches spun me to face the new masculine, I looked 'im over
Stag..as you know, I am Tego, Dark Lord.
I hissed toward the czar. My occuli rolled back in my head, letting me see the baroness a little better. I turned my attention back to the hellion. I needed to start an army, a co-commander was what I was looking for. I pondered asking this baron to join the royal herd. [Museless, so sorry] |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 29, 2007 19:38:15 GMT -5
'Is peaks listened to the hoarse voice. 'Is dial nodded as the stag spoke.
"So I've heard."
'Is vocals stated. 'Is orbs zoomed over 'im and the fae 'e was with. 'E shook 'is dial, and watched the two once again.
"Midnight Scheme."
'E added. 'Is whipcord soon flinging itself upon 'is ebon bodice, killing the pests on the spot. 'E turned 'is dial and started to get off the guts of the pests. Satisfied 'e turned 'is attention back to the two and waited.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 29, 2007 19:42:02 GMT -5
I cringe, wondering if I should ask the czar, I make my decision
Are you looking to get a rich position? I am offering lead stag in the royal herd
I glance back at the femme, is this the Dark Lady? I hold my cranium high, so I am as tall as him. |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 29, 2007 19:52:21 GMT -5
A smile of amusement fell upon 'is kissers. 'E held 'is dial higher, 'e was a good 3-4in taller then this brute. 'Is peaks came forward as 'e spoke of a good postion. 'Is mind pondered on it for awhile.
"I'd be honored."
'Is kissers allowed those words to be spoken. 'Is nares allowed a snort tresspass. 'Is whipcord flying side to side, as 'e waited for a reply from either. This fae is quiet. 'e thought. 'E had not heard the tone of the fae. 'He must be the Queen. 'Is orbs travled back to the brute. 'Is mind pondering on what 'is name must be.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 29, 2007 20:47:52 GMT -5
Lanterns glanced about the abyss. I nod to thee stag and lyrics emit from my jowles
Come along then
I snarl as I pick up a lope towards the Royal Lands, supposedly haunted by the Royal spirits. |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 29, 2007 20:50:15 GMT -5
'Is orbs watch the stag. Leaving the Queen behind aye. 'e thought to 'is-self. 'E arched his muscular crest and 3-beated after the stag.
'Is blades grabbing onto the earth. 'Is whipcord dancing behind him brilliantly, as 'is banner danced along 'is arched crest.
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 30, 2007 6:20:47 GMT -5
A smirk pulled at Tomahawk's lips, watching the two converse. She had heard she was dubbed the Dark Lady, and obviously this ashen brute was who she was to rule with. A snort was released as she picked up that pace and followed the pair out from the conversing lands. She held her dial high and liquid strides were increased, her flints tearing the loam. A short nicker left her before she pulled behind the ashen stag, following to the royal lands.
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